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  "Oh shit!" Arin thought despairingly. Unable to get a good purchase on the knot her lips were grazing, Arin lurched frantically toward the knot on the other knee. This time, she was successful at grasping it in her teeth and gnawing at it. "Got it! Now, can I pull it open with my teeth?" Arin wondered, a tear or two streaming on her cheek from relief at making some progress.

  Molly was able to frame the shot so that the viewers could see Arin's teeth trying to undo the knot, as well as her open, drooling cunt. "Good grief! Look at how swollen Arin's clit has become! I have to get a tight closeup of that!" Molly reflected as she manipulated the camera to do so.

  Molly swept the camera back to Arin's masked face. Her friend was panting hard as her teeth finally undid the knot from the inside of her left knee. The submissive woman almost wept with relief, until she realized, "Several minutes have passed, and I've no idea how many." Her breathing was becoming ragged, and her body was dampened with sweat. Her left knee, freed from being anchored to the bed corner, allowed her to bring her legs together. Thinking of time ticking away, frantic now, she used her right hand to tug at the knot holding her left wrist to her left ankle. Her imagination was haunted by visions of the expressions on the faces of her parents and friends if they saw those pictures!

  Molly smoothly gave the viewers salacious views of Arin's cunt and ass as she struggled, then her hand working the ropes, then a side view of her bent torso, with one tit poking out between her body and thigh. Each angle gave great views of gleaming, naked, luscious female flesh in motion.

  Arin cried out an inarticulate whoop of triumph as her left hand was freed. She speedily untied her nearby right wrist, holding herself doubled over the entire time. When her right wrist was freed, Arin sagged her torso down onto her back, and worked the final knot on her right thigh loose. She was free! "Did I make it? Did I make it in time?" she wanted to cry out, but dared not speak. She was still uncertain whether she had made the deadline, as she lowered her legs to the bed with a sigh, keeping her pussy in full view, thighs open.

  Molly checked the clock. "She did it in eleven minutes, the agile slut," she thought with a smile. "I thought it would take her longer than that."

  Arin had succeeded! Molly tossed her a dildo. Still masked, Arin's lips curled into a grateful smile as she grasped the dildo in one hand, and used her other hand to guide its head to the opening of her pussy, which gently pulsated, as if seeking to suck something, anything, into its depths. The dildo slid in deeply, with a loud squishing sound.

  Arin started fucking herself into a frenzy. She was so turned on that it only took a few strokes of the dildo, plus some fingering of her clit, for her first orgasm to seize her. "AAHHHHHHH!" she cried aloud as she continued pumping her cunt, writhing on the satin sheets. A large wet spot spread beneath her butt as she shook.

  Molly zoomed into a closeup of the dildo as it slid in and out, showing how Arin's cunt lips clung to it as it moved outward, and then were driven back inward each time the dildo practically disappeared into her cunt depths. The closeup also reminded viewers that Arin had a double penetration going on, since her ass was still filled by the butt plug.

  Arin came once more before the 15 minutes were up. This time she almost doubled over from the intensity of her climax, screaming, "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" As if the onlookers couldn't tell. Her tits smacked hard against her thighs as she shoved the dildo deep and her cunt squirted juices from its edges onto her hands. The eye of the WebCam drank in this glorious sight.

  The webcast ended, but Molly didn't immediately tell Arin that. She and her friend were having too much fun to cease abruptly. Molly set the WebCam aside and just reveled in the sight of her turned-on submissive pleasuring herself.

  Eventually, she removed Arin's mask, wiping the sweat from her face. She quickly stripped and straddled Arin's face, grasping her hair, holding her friend's mouth to her own cunt. "Eat me, Arin!" she demanded. "I need to cum. I need to cum right now!"

  Arin's mouth began devouring the fragrant pussy that was shoved into her face. She speared Molly's sopping pussy over and over with her stiffened tongue. Soon Molly keened a long sound of "EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" as her cunt began disgorging her juices into Arin's mouth and onto her face. Riding her slut's face with a bucking action until her orgasm finally ebbed, Molly let go of Arin's hair and flopped onto the bed beside her.

  Drawing Arin into a close embrace, Molly first licked her own cum off of Arin's face, then followed that with a series of kisses, both passionate and tender. After a while, the two friends cuddled on the bed, as Molly remarked, "We earned a lot of money today, you horny slut. Tell me, did you ever once have the feeling that you wanted to lose that contest, Arin?"

  Arin's face flamed with shame as she revealed quietly, "Honestly, I think I did. The idea that you would show those photos around was rather mind blowing – and not in a bad way. That was the most exciting thing we've done yet, Miss." After a long pause, Arin continued, "Maybe next time you can add even more ropes, and tie me more tightly?"

  Flabbergasted, Molly giggled and replied, "Yes. Maybe. Or maybe next time the live webcast will show one or more guys fucking you senseless, for as long as it takes them to accomplish that. Many of them offered to pay to fuck you, you know. And that was just from the advertisement I posted of your nude torso, to give them some idea of what they might see today. I imagine whole legions more of them now want to pay for the privilege of sinking their cocks into you, after having seen you in action."

  "But that would..." Arin's voice briefly trailed off. "That would make me a whore, Miss!" she blurted out.

  "Yes, it would. Do you want to be a whore, slut?" Molly asked her directly. She loved the way Arin's face gave the impressions of shock, desire, lust, and wistful hope as her friend thought this proposal over.

  Arin was thinking about men's cocks. Having them in her hands. The power she would feel while stroking them to fullness. Having them in her mouth, sucking and tasting their salty secretions. Having them in her pussy, stretching, thrusting, twitching, and spewing their hot loads into her depths.

  Taking a deep breath, Arin flushed prettily as she revealed, "I... do... want... to be your whore, Miss."

  Molly gave her a knowing wink.

  CHAPTER 10

  Molly had arranged to have Arin away from the house for the day for the special treat of being pampered at a day spa. Therefore, when Jessica arrived, they had the house to themselves.

  As Jessica walked from her car to the house, Molly admired the way the woman's simple light blue dress set off her auburn hair. When the wind lifted the woman's skirt hem briefly, Molly caught a glimpse of her pussy at the top of her luscious legs. Jessica made no effort to snatch at her errant dress -- she just continued her proud walk to the door.

  "Welcome, Jessica," Molly said as she opened the door, letting her in.

  "Greetings, Miss, and thank you for summoning me," Jessica said, gracefully placing herself on her knees and bending forward to kiss Molly's foot.

  "Mmmm. I wonder if I'll ever get used to that wonderful feeling of your lips on my foot, girl." Molly looked down at her submissive as the woman stopped worshiping her foot and settled back into a kneeling position. "As I told you over the phone, I want to understand better about using the BDSM toys we found in the attic."

  "Yes Miss. But you can gain a better understanding of their use in the basement, I think," Jessica said, tactfully.

  "The basement? That's got the furnace, and a fuse box. It's wood paneled, but dim down there and rather unappealing. Arin and I seldom go down there. What good would that place be?" Molly asked with her brow arched in confusion.

  Jessica grinned mischievously. "May I show you, Miss?"

  Molly observed the twinkle in Jessica's eyes. "Of course, you little imp. Lead the way."

  The two women descended into the dim basement.

  "See?" Molly said. "This is a very boring place."

  Jessica said nothing. She merely walked over to one w
all where a few clothing hooks were fixed to the wood there. Reaching up, she twisted one of the hooks. There was a subtle click.

  A section of the wood panels moved, revealing a hidden opening. Jessica stepped into the darkness of the opening, reached sideways and flipped a switch. Lights came on revealing a large room. Molly followed Jessica inside, where the woman showed her the location of the light switch, and also a similar clothing hook on the wall to manipulate the door open and closed.

  Satisfied that she herself could work the door, Molly turned and found herself staring at various pieces of bondage equipment. There was a wooden frame dominating the space in the center of the room. Over in one corner was a cross shaped structure. Another corner contained cages, both large and small. Near the cross, she saw a saddle shaped thing with a dildo protruding up out of it, and recognized it as a Sybian device.

  There were storage cabinets, their closed doors concealing their contents. Molly also saw a large wheel like structure, and next to it a sort of table. There was actually too much for her to comprehend at once.

  "Holy Hannah!" Molly exclaimed. "What a room!"

  Jessica smiled. "Arin's aunt loved to play," she confirmed.

  "How did she get all of this stuff in here?" Molly queried.

  "She had many submissives over the years, both male and female," Jessica explained. "I imagine she purchased the devices, one at a time, and had the submissives lug them down here. I know that Alice and I carried down that bondage cross, and the smallest cage."

  "It looks amazing. I want to learn how to use all this stuff, and I can't wait to play with you, Alice, and Arin in this room. But I need to know not only how to use it, but what it feels like to the recipient. I only feel comfortable doing things to people when I understand the effects I'm having," Molly stated.

  "That's very understandable, Miss. And also very commendable. I'm willing to help you in anyway that I can, of course."

  "True. When we met, you promised to bear with me as I climb the learning curve of becoming a Dominant, since I am so inexperienced," Molly reminded her.

  "You may be inexperienced, Miss, but you show very good instincts. Alice and I feel lucky to be yours. Being the Dominant is not an easy role. We're aware of this. Where would you like to start, Miss?" Jessica asked.

  Molly sought her advice. "Where would you suggest? What would be easiest? I don't want to be clumsy when using anything."

  "Hmmm. Perhaps the bondage cross. It's easy to secure the person to it, and they get to lean against it. Do you wish me to bind you to it, Miss?" Jessica asked, eyes sparkling.

  "Yes, Jessica. How exactly is that done?"

  "With cuffs, Miss. They are in a cabinet over here." She walked to one of them as Molly watched. "As I fetch them, would you please remove your clothing, Miss?"

  "Oh yes. Of course. It makes sense to have the person naked before binding them in place," Molly agreed.

  Jessica chuckled. "Well, yes Miss. Unless you want to tear or cut their clothing off while they're helpless."

  Molly thought about having Arin all tied up, and ripping a blouse and panties off of her. The image made Molly shiver with delight. "I'll certainly keep that in mind," she told Jessica. "But I don't want this dress ruined," she explained as she unzipped and stepped out of it. She wore nothing underneath it. She also slipped off her shoes, and placed everything on the table, after blowing some dust off its surface.

  Jessica had retrieved some cuffs as they were talking. Turning back, she saw Molly standing there naked. Walking back toward her, the auburn haired woman licked her lips as she looked Molly over, making Molly blush a little self-consciously.

  Kneeling, Jessica began applying two of the cuffs to Molly's ankles. Whether by chance or deliberately, her hair brushed against Molly's mound as she turned her head to reach for the other ankle.

  As Jessica stood, Molly held out her hands for wrist cuffs, watching carefully how Jessica buckled them in place, and observing the metal ring that stuck out from each cuff. She was feeling the first twinges of submission as her wrists and ankles were bound in the leather.

  With Jessica, Molly walked over to the bondage cross, glad that the well lit basement room was warm and dry. Her naked feet did, however, leave footprints in the dust on the floor. She made a mental note to have one of her submissives sweep and vacuum the place sometime soon.

  Jessica gestured. "The ankle cuffs go to these clips down here. They usually need no adjustment, since the submissive should be able to hold her legs that far apart easily. See how these clips will go to the rings on the cuffs you are wearing?"

  "Yes, Molly answered, "They resemble the hooks found on the end of a leash for a very strong dog."

  Jessica nodded. "That's right, and they open and close the same way as on a dog's leash. That makes clipping them on and off very easy. The upper clips work the same way. See?" she said, holding one up. "But anchoring the wrist cuffs requires an adjustment. The clips here are secured on longer ropes." Taking Molly to the side of the cross, she continued, "And the ropes go through these pulleys. The Dominant pulls down on the ropes until the proper amount of stretch is achieved, then secures the ropes on these hooks."

  Molly looked closely, and nodded her understanding. "These rear hooks look like things I've seen on docks to secure boats in place." She wound the rope several times around the hook, and tucked it under itself. "Like that?"

  Jessica tugged on the rope, testing that it was fastened firmly. "Excellent, Miss -- just like that. You'll see that the restraints on the other devices, such as the central frame, the wheel and the table, all have similar methods of holding the subbe. So what you learn here is applicable to those other items as well."

  Molly returned to the front of the bondage cross. "I see the front of this cross is padded. Is that normal?"

  "Some are padded, and some are bare wood, Miss. This padding avoids splinters if the victim grinds against the cross. Nothing but the best for Arin's aunt."

  Molly took a breath. "I want you to pretend you're the Dominant, and I'm the submissive as we try this out. Can you handle that, Jessica?"

  "Yes, I think so, Miss. After all, I experienced these devices with Arin's aunt, so I've got ideas of things to do. Also, it's not unusual for a Dominant to command one submissive to do things to another, thereby acting 'dominant' as they obey."

  "Good. Because if I do things to you, Alice, or Arin, I really want to have a better idea of what the recipient experiences. I have no real desire to inflict pain, per se. But I understand that sometimes mild pain can either transform into pleasure, or heighten pleasure by contrast, or something. Am I making sense?" Molly asked, quizzically.

  "Yes, Miss. Perfect sense. Some amount of pain often can heighten the pleasure received. Of course, not everyone reacts the same. For instance, I like things rougher than Alice does. But perhaps that's because her body is so petite."

  Molly considered that statement before responding, "So that would mean that if I was using a flogger on you two, for Alice, I'd swing my arm with less power, and for you, with more power?"

  "Precisely. And you can always start out more gentle and work your way up, watching the subbe's reactions. Well, let me demonstrate, if that's OK with you, Miss."

  Molly swallowed hard, realizing that subconsciously she'd been chatting to delay this. "Come on. You know you need to understand this better," she chided herself mentally. "OK," she said aloud.

  "Before we begin, what's your safeword, Miss?" Jessica asked, deferentially.

  "My... s... safeword?" Molly stuttered.

  Jessica began to explain. "It means..."

  "Oh, I know what it means, Jessica. It just hadn't occurred to me that I'd need one," Molly stated flatly.

  "Miss, while restricted, you might cry out words like 'no' or 'stop' because it's a natural reaction of your body. But if you had time to reflect, you might realize you don't really want things to stop -- you just spoke from shock or surprise. Sometimes screaming out such word
s actually helps you deal with the sensations. If you say those words, I would not stop. But if you say your safeword, I'll stop immediately."

  Stark realization raced through Molly's mind. "OMG! I'll be placing myself into her hands! Restrained, I'll be helpless, trusting her. But I've said repeatedly I want to understand this D/s relationship from both sides. This is a way to learn from the submissive's viewpoint," she thought. "Do I trust her? That's the bottom line. I'm already getting a taste of how much Arin must trust me. This is certainly an eyeopening learning experience."

  Her inner dialogue complete, Molly became aware that Jessica was calmly waiting for an answer. "Errr... I guess my safeword is 'red' or maybe 'redredred' if I can't control myself.

  Jessica giggled softly. "Very well, Miss. The word 'red' said any number of times will work just fine. Now, will you please stand facing the cross, with your feet near the bottom arms of the 'X' it forms?"